An hour and a half later, Roland, who had been guarding the telephone, finally received the last report. (Read#……Net)
The Nightingale and others, who were in charge of the ambush, not only did not let a single demon escape, but also captured a pile of red mist storage tanks. Adding the enemies shot down by the anti-aircraft platoon, and the Direwolf captured by Leaf that fell into the Misty Forest, this defense battle can be said to have achieved unexpected gains.
First and foremost, it rejuvenated the First Army's morale—although the enemies were not as easy to deal with as the knights or the evil beast tide, they at least had the power to fight back. Moreover, the legendary demons were not as powerful and unpredictable as recorded in ancient stories. They were still mortal bodies, and as long as they were hit by firearms, their resistance was not much better than the Judgment Army.
Secondly, with prisoners, the propaganda work in Neverwinter City was easier to carry out. Roland believed that as long as those migrants saw what the demons actually looked like, the prejudice against witches would be dispelled without being attacked. How could a monster that was very different from humans and did not speak the same language corrupt witches thousands of miles away and turn them into alien minions?
The last gain was the enemy itself.
Since the blood of magic could not be stored separately, it would quickly become inactive after the main body died. He did not expect to use the enemy's blood to add new runes. Unexpectedly, with Agatha not returning, Celine took the initiative to take over the work of making runes. According to her at the time, Agatha was indeed the most outstanding one in the entire Exploration Society, but basic rune production was knowledge that must be mastered by formal members of the Exploration Society.
In addition, the quality of the runes was not only related to the quality of magic stones and blood, but also the depiction of the veins was a key factor. Although it was not as important as the former two, in an emergency, drawing a straight line directly with a wooden stick would work, but delicate and uniform multi-segment veins could better exert the effectiveness of the magic stone.
If you want to achieve this, nothing is more precise than tentacles—whether it is the sense of touch, strength, or quantity, tentacles have incomparable advantages over fingers.
Hearing Celine's "self-praise," Roland spent a long time twisting his endless thoughts. Fortunately, conscious communication could not see these deep thoughts, otherwise he would not be able to clear his name even if he jumped into the Yellow River.
Of course, the defense battle did not only bring good news.
The Mark I heavy machine gun could only be said to be barely usable for air defense. Looking at the overall situation, it could be found that the greatest damage to the demons was caused by the salvo when the target approached the city wall. Because they did not expect to be attacked at all, the demon formation was divided into two waves, very close to each other, and their speed was slow, which was the most ideal target. As a result, only four of the twelve Terror Beasts were shot down, and none were弾when they entered the spear throwing range in irregular trajectories.
Fortunately, the best throwing distance for Direwolves was about 200 meters. The almost straight trajectory of the Mark I increased the hit rate again. Three Terror Beasts were killed one after another, which also made the remaining demons give up entanglement and choose to evacuate immediately. In other words, if the enemy's range was farther, or if they moved in a serpentine formation in a scattered formation from the beginning, this battle would undoubtedly be much more difficult.
After all, for air power that can come and go freely, ground air defense is inherently weak.
The Mark I can only be improved in the future by adding protective steel plates, or simply making it into a turret shape, so as to ensure that it is invincible when dealing with air enemies, and at the same time further expand production to cope with the formal war after the Red Moon descends. But Roland knew in his heart that without an air force that could also come and go freely, it would be impossible to truly eliminate the threat of Terror Beasts.
But let's put these aside for now! He put down the quill in his hand and breathed a sigh of relief. He was, after all, victorious. Even if it was insignificant, it was the first time in human history that an air defense battle was won with firearms.
Thinking of this, Roland ordered Barovs. Mons to be called over.
"Hold a celebration ceremony in the Central Square tonight, according to the Victory Day standard, and make it as lively as possible. This is also part of the propaganda, understand?"
"Yes, Your Majesty," the old butler stroked his chest and said.
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Five days after the celebration ended, Snake Tooth received a letter from the City Hall.
"Who was knocking on the door just now?" asked Tiger Claw drowsily from behind. "Isn't today a day off?"
"Don't worry, it's not the foreman, you can continue sleeping."
Snake Tooth returned to the short table and peeked out of the window. At this time, the sky was just dawning, as if covered with a pale blue veil.
Although he was still sleepy when he was woken up, he was no longer sleepy at this moment. Looking at the red seal of the City Hall, Snake Tooth had a faint guess in his heart as to what was in the paper bag.
In the past year and a half, his life had undergone obvious changes—since moving to Border Town, he no longer had to live like a rat, but like most people, he began to support himself with his own hands. Before receiving his first full salary, he thought this was something that would never happen. Exploitation, deduction, and arrears were just the most common tricks used by employers. Foreigners like him were even more exploited, but unexpectedly, the monthly salary was not only paid on time, but also not a penny less.
As a result, the improvement of life became something that could be accurately calculated.
One month's salary is twelve silver wolves, then nine months can save more than one gold dragon, which is also the down payment for the cheapest house in the residential area of Neverwinter City... If you take on an extra job, this goal can be shortened a lot. Days can be calculated, and people have expectations.
The promise that His Majesty gave at the beginning is now being realized one by one, and he has more and more expectations.
Carefully opening the letter, Snake Tooth poured out everything inside onto the table—there were three pieces of paper of different colors and sizes.
The first one was the thickest, about the size of a palm, with only a few lines of words on it, but it made his heart jump.
This was undoubtedly an official resident ID card for Neverwinter City.
Compared to the temporary ID card, this piece of paper was wrapped in a layer of transparent hard shell film, which looked clean and flawless. In addition to recording his name and date of birth, the certificate also had a lifelike portrait, which looked like him.
He had finally become a member of this city—a subject recognized by His Majesty the King!
Snake Tooth suppressed his excitement and shifted his gaze to the second page of paper.
It was a notice. Because he could only find time to attend night school, he could not read many paragraphs on it fluently, but he had no problem understanding the general content.
As he expected, the application to build the railway project to the Misty Forest was approved by the City Hall.
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